“Oh! I’m an old Turk!” replied Mr. Stewart; whereupon the child burst out laughing; and, striking Nep with his heels, the dog broke into a sling-trot and bore Master Douglas off to Berrie Down. “He only told you the truth, sir,” said Priscilla, before she started off in pursuit; “he’s an awful young Turk.” In due time, Mr. Stewart reached the Hollow, where he found Lord Kemms, who was decidedly smitten by Agnes; and they all spent the evening talking quietly together while the sun sank into the west, and bathed the whole country lying exposed to his beams in a glory of crimson and purple and gold. “I have brought you a little present, Heather,” Mr. Stewart said, drawing near the sofa she occupied. “It is the custom for godfathers to give their godchildren little presents occasionally, and I fear I have been somewhat neglectful of you. Open it when I am gone,” and he slipped a parcel into her hand. But Heather, with a pretty wilfulness, opened it at once, and drawing out the parchments it contained, found them to be the title-deeds of Berrie Down. “Yours, my dear,” said Mr. Stewart, “to have and to hold for ever.” “Arthur, Arthur!” she cried; and Arthur, look still white and worn, came towards his wife, who put the papers into his hand, saying, “See, love, what Mr. Stewart has given me!” “Only remember, Mr. Dudley, we must have no speculating; you must keep it intact for your son,” remarked Mr. Stewart, in answer to which Arthur took his wife’s hand in his, murmuring, “So help me God!” Before the sun quite set, Heather drew a shawl round her, and, leaving the pleasant company, passed out on to the lawn, and wandered away towards the Hollow. “She is thinking of Lally,” Alick whispered to Arthur; and Arthur, following his wife, prayed and begged of her not to grieve for the child that was no more. “Heather,” he said, humbly, “I have been but a poor husband to you; but I will try in the future, to be ‘better to you than many children.’ Do not fret, love, do not fret.” But Heather was not fretting. She felt now that her darling was where she could see continually the face of “Our Father which is in Heaven.” THE END. LONDON: PRINTED BY WILLIAM CLOWES AND SONS, STAMFORD STREET AND CHARING CROSS. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ TINSLEY BROTHERS’ NEW NOVELS AT ALL LIBRARIES. _Black Sheep._ By EDMUND YATES, Author of “The Forlorn Hope,” “Kissing the Rod,” etc. Reprinted from “All the Year Round.” 3 vols. _Solving the Wind._ By Mrs. E. LYNN LINTON, Author of “Lizzie Lorton of Greyrigg,” etc. 3 vols. _Seventy-Five Brooke Street._ By PERCY FITZGERALD, Author of “The Second Mrs. Tillotson,” etc. 3 vols. _The Forlorn Hope._ By EDMUND YATES, Author of “Black Sheep,” “Kissing the Rod,” etc. 3 vols.